Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.